They shouting out, they want hip-hop back

They shouting out, they want hip-hop back
What you mean the sport is dead
They shouting out, they want hip-hop back
What you mean the sport is dead
They shoutin, They shoutin

They saying they wanna bring hip-hop back
Like everything has changed
boy, that idea is wack
It's still the same old gig
Nothing has been changed
since the time of ole big
It's all about it being real
But the concept still the same,
ya diggg?
Yea, you a real life shooter
When it comes to the drug game
You might be the ruler
But there's more to life
than, getting paper, get honeys
and being cooler
Than the last guy
You love that life, it aint a lie
but in the end, realism
gonna make you cry
smack

They shouting out, they want hip-hop back
What you mean the sport is dead
They shouting out, they want hip-hop back
What you mean the sport is dead
They shoutin, They shoutin

I'ts apparent you've seen
Get rich die tryin
50 did it big
He got the paper,
And you really trynna live it too
I know you aint lie'n
Scarface gave your life direction
maybe in his fictional eyes
You'd pass a gansta's inspection
You livin a gansta paradise
in that perspective you don't need a correction
But being ruthless and real
Isn't as tough as it sounds
It's easy not care
Playing the rules in bounds
But living right takes more will
 Than mirkin the homie that makes a sound

They shouting out, they want hip-hop back
What you mean the sport is dead
They shouting out, they want hip-hop back
What you mean the sport is dead
They shoutin, They shoutin

There's more to being real
than living out the lines
It's writing out the truth
not pickin the gold mines
this is a spitta flow
I'm flying, but not like the jets
Feet are firmly on the ground
The only real man,
Whom I'm gonna place my bets
Is my homie Jesus Christ
He's the realest man,
only one to keep me in check
yeaah

queso lol

Rejoicing

God shows his glory everyday
Once you start looking
He shows it in every single way

He gave his love and understanding
And happiness is here
So to my Lord, I wont come demanding

Everyday growing in riches
Not currency
But love and kindness stretch my stitches

With Every Step I take
He make me stronger
for both mine and his sake

Like the vibrant sound of an organ
Each step plays yet one more note
With every conducted tune
The next coming sound is provoked

Make those steps a symphony
While the rest of the band joins in
The conductor receives epiphany
And the critics signs shown ten

With every intended joke
A cut in the heart persay

peaceee

It's so hard to stay awake fighting for consciousness bones aching and these hands wont stop shaking Id rather be shaking today than shivering in my grave It's not like it started today why is there a paradox to being brave Self discovery is a big topic It sounds so sweet but stop it when you find it you lose it now you're trapped inside locket now how about self creation fueled by innocence with a strong blood relation it's possible in a sense

Dot

we all know that people talk

never been the one to care

never been the one to stalk

but these labels started itchin

I hope that you will listen

So you can stay away from stitchin

Anyways ima move on 

Lets talk about about some symbols 

If you're special, you'll be smiling

Letting the world see those dimples 

You have this man in the corner 

sure he seems so confident

but puts people down like a scorner

He sees a few dots 

instantly drawing lines

revealing a nasty picture that he adopts

But he had already seen the picture 

now in his world void spots 

in the eyes of what he was depicting 

Is it real, I think not

Then there is A man in the middle 

he's chillin back, he too sees the dots

he stares in awe, the longer he looks

oh my, oh my, more dots

With no lines of association

The dots have no set destination

There is some ugly ones, no infestation

They can arrange so beautifully

with no integration, The beautiful dots

deserve much more investigation